president pressure just walked in

i can't really help what i'm starting to believe, as this unknown attention i'm starting to recieve draws my attention to what else is up your sleeves. i'm starting to see that my head knows what's best but i can't help but consider my opinionated chest. what confuses me most is the truth you stand by, my selfishness causes my heart's thoughts to drain dry. and when i am left with my head's thoughts alone, logically i can not determine unknown. i understand now that my logic is wrong, my brain can't interpret what my heart feels is gone. i just hope for the best and continue to try, regardless of sequence of the time passing by. "the headaches and heartaches" - so tired of routine. your attitude, negative, my motives, self keen. i can't seem to put you ahead of myself, regardless of our friendship's value and wealth. i know that i've said it one million times, i'm sorry, i love you, i promise i'll try. it's never enough to tell you in words, soft spoken or screamed, you still hear them like white noise birds in the trees. a familiar choir, howling songs from the sky. part of your emotional, daily routine, this love is no healthier than a tub of poutine.